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the horses; with these, he drove as steadily as Pekin had any right to expect.

The emperor returned after the briefest of circuits; he descended in great pomp from his throne, with the severest resolution never to remount it. A public thanksgiving was ordered for his majesty's happy escape from the disease of broken neck, and the stage-coach was dedicated thenceforward as a votive offering to the god Fo Fo, whom the learned more accurately called Fi Fi.

THE LORDLING PEASANT.

PART FIRST.

1.

The baron sat on his castle wall,

And beheld both dale and down;
The manors that stretched so far away,
He knew to be all his own.

2.

The warders blew their sounding horns,
And their banners waved in air;
Their horns resounded o'er the dale,

Their colours shone afar.

3.

The baron he sighed as he looked above,
And he sighed as he looked adown;

Although the rich manors that stretched so far,
He knew to be all his own.

4.

Up then arose his ancient nurse

That had borne him on her knee

And why dost thou sigh, thou noble youth, At a sight so fair to see?'

5.

Oh! then, upspake that noble baron,

And heavily spake he,

'But I've never a true and faithful wife

To share it all with me.

6.

And if I should marry a courtly dame
(Alas! that it so should be),

She'd love my castle and love my lands,
But she would not care for me.'

7.

Oh! then upspake that ancient nurse— 'Now take advice of me :

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I'd have a true wife, then go and find A maiden of low degree.

8.

'And be thou disguised in plain attire,

And like a peasant rove,

But let her not know thy high degree:

So shalt thou prove her love.'

9.

Then called the baron his young foot-page,

Full loudly called he :

The bonnie foot-page full swiftly ran,

And knelt him on his knee.

10.

'Bring a peasant's coat, my young foot-page,

With hose and shoon also, And artfully disguise my face That no one may me know.

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Let no one hear from thee;

But keep my secret faithfully,

And thou shalt have gold and fee.'

12.

The sunbeams gilt the distant hills,
And on the streams did play,
When in a peasant's homely garb
That baron took his way.

13.

The early pilgrim blithe he hailed,
That o'er the hills did stray,
And many an early husbandman
That met him on his way.

14.

The new-waked birds their matins sung
In wildly-warbling lay,

While through full many a lonely path

The baron took his way.

15.

And blithe and merrily did he wend,

And blithe and merrily hied

Until he came to a rural cot,

Where a maiden fair did bide.

*

16.

Though lowly and unknown to fame,
This maid was passing* fair:
Like some sweet violet that in vale
Sequestered,† scents the air.

17.

Sweet was the melody of her voice
The woodland wilds among;

So sweet that woodwelest on the spray
Sat listening to her song.

18.

But, more than all, her youthful heart
Was fraught with virtue's lore:
More pure, more tender, and more true,
Was maiden ne'er before.

19.

The maiden stood at her cottage gate,
Her nursling lambs to feed,

And she saw the blithesome stranger youth
Come tripping o'er the mead.

20.

And lo! with many a fond excuse
The youth would there remain,
While many a wily tale he told,
Her simple heart to gain.

21.

And soon her sighs and blushes told

She did the youth approve;

For where's the maid that can resist

The vows of faithful love?

Supremely, surpassing all others.

+ Thrushes.

+ Retired.

§ Stored.

22.

'Lo! I've a cottage, and I've a cow,
And many sheep beside;

And I've a field of ripening corn;
And I'll make thee my bride.'

23.

The listening damsel heard his vows,
And thrice for joy she sighed :
She thought the young peasant passing rich,
And said she'd be his bride.

24.

And oft her mother heard the tale,

Nor did the dame repine :

'And if thou canst keep her, stranger youth,

The damsel shall be thine.'

25.

'Ah! then, farewell, my charming fair!'

The seeming peasant cries,

'For I must wend for many a mile

Ere I can take a bride.'

26.

'Oh! say not so, thou stranger youth;

Oh! say not so, I pray!

For if thou dost go, oh! I shall rue
That e'er you came this way.'

27.

'Yes, I must go, thou charming maid,

I can no longer stay;

Though ever until I here return

Must I moan the livelong day.

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